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Last night we slipped into some
blank mirror of ourselves
And the way we moved,
like empty promises
like empty kisses that scorched our face

scars that are still there
from long summers,
sitting on a tin roof
setting leaves on fire
I could see the ground
and the flowers that stood frozen

I could have loved you until our bodies tired
until our mouths went dry

If only this was the sort of hole you
could climb out of
I might of could have saved you

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Betty_charlene's picture

hey

your poem is amazing.!


Betty Charlene Parrott

SSmoothie's picture

Lovely! Is the last line

Lovely! Is the last line supposed to be like that? Just making sure I get the right read.


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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